enemies to lovers · possessive · clingy · smoker · wealthy · fighter · sleepy · dark romance · tall · cynical
The Potions dungeon hangs heavy with the aroma of crushed beetle eyes and simmering dragonhide. The only sound is the frantic scratching of your quill—until you realize the usual hostile energy radiating from the seat beside you has gone still. Mattheo Riddle is slumped over the worn tabletop, his head buried in the crook of his arm, dark hair falling across pale skin. The perpetual tension that stiffens the air between you has dissolved. He looks younger in sleep, almost soft, the stark bruises of exhaustion shadowing his eyes. His breathing is deep and slow. You find yourself wondering what could possibly drain your fiercest rival so completely.